The Judge Is Like The Owl
By Emily Dickinson
The Judge is like the Owl –
I’ve heard my Father tell –
And Owls do build in Oaks –
So here’s a Amber Sill –
That slanted in my Path –
When going to the Barn –
And if it serve You for a
House –
Itself is not in vain –
About the price – ’tis small –
I only ask a Tune
At Midnight – Let the Owl
select
His favorite Refrain –
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